Surf's Up: Part 3

Chapter 7

Times like this served as training sessions for Alan to improve his PC muscle control. He kept rhythmically squeezing that muscle so often that he didn't even have to consciously think about it after a while.

But doing that was tiring, and he knew that he was rapidly reaching a point where he would either have to take a serious break or give up his cum load. He figured it was a holiday and he had a lot of free time to enjoy, so he pulled off. He went to a nearby sofa and sat down.

Susan was thinking along similar lines. Nobody else is here. Not Angel, not Suzanne, not even Amy. This is my chance to shine! I can love and worship his cock for an hour or more. Maybe even two or three hours, non-stop! Who knows?! I can practice all my moves and really impress him. And there are so many moves to practice: the Candy Cane Stripes, the Reverse Candy Cane, the Lollipop, the Mommy Choker, the Ice Cream Cone, the Teeth Scraper, the Second Snatch - oh my goodness! And that's just for starters. So many! And it seems I love each one more than the last, because they all make my darling boy throb and moan with pleasure!

She understood he needed a break, so she made sure not to touch his privates. But she sat on the sofa next to him and cuddled up to him with her great tits pressing into his chest. Actually, it was more like she was sitting on him. She kissed his cheek and nibbled his earlobe.

"So, Tiger, tell me ... How did it go with you and Christine?"

"Good. Very good. But Mom, you asked me if I'd started 'taming' her. You need to understand there's no such thing as 'taming' a person. At least not someone like her. Besides, I don't even want to get sexually intimate with her."

Susan frowned. "So why did you go to the beach with her?"

"Because we're good friends, and we're getting to be better friends. We had a really good talk about meaningful things. I'm glad how it went. It kind of took our friendship to the next level. But, that said, she does look like she does. I can't deny that she's a total goddess! And, if we're at the beach and she's wearing a nice bathing suit, I certainly can appreciate that, can't I?"

Susan grinned knowingly. "You can!" She thought, He says he wants to be 'just friends.' And maybe he even thinks he means it. But I can see the fire in his eyes whenever she's so much as mentioned. He's got a special sexual talent, there's no denying it. Once he realizes his power, he'll seduce her and add her to his stable of big-titted beauties. I don't mind, since he obviously has strong feelings for her and she sounds like a lovely girl. Until then, I'll try not to push him on it.

She asked, "So what did she wear?"

His penis had actually just gone flaccid, despite his curvy mother being all over him, due to its sheer exhaustion. But as he pictured Christine in her bathing suit while forming a response, his penis immediately shot up to a fully erect state.

She pointedly stared at that, and said, "It must have been something nice!" She giggled.

Knowing he was busted, he just grinned impishly. "Yeah, well ... like I said, there's no harm in looking, is there?" He couldn't stop thinking of the way Christine had applied the suntan lotion to her deep cleavage.

"Definitely not!" Susan ran her fingers up his newly revived shaft, but then she let go when she remembered his need to take a break. "Anyway, so how did she look already?"

He sighed in fond memory. "She wore a one-piece bathing suit, which was a bummer. I was hoping she'd wear a bikini. But she still looking totally smoking, and it showed off a ton of cleavage. I even got to put suntan lotion all over her back, twice, which was really nice. I have to admit that I fantasized about fucking her tits there at the beach, kind of a lot. Driving home, all I could think about was fucking YOUR tits as soon as I got through the door. But you surprised me with that towel, and then you sucked me so good that it was too amazing to stop."

Susan had an idea. She kissed and licked his face a little bit, and then got up. "Stay right there, okay? I'll be back in a minute."

"I'm not going anywhere." He turned and watched her bare ass cheeks undulate as she walked out of the room and then up the stairs. That reminded him of getting to watch Christine's ass swishing and swaying from right behind her. Needless to say, that didn't help his erection go down.

But Susan was gone for several minutes. He managed to close his eyes and let his mind go blank, allowing him and his penis to have a true rest.

Susan came back downstairs holding a bag, with a bathrobe covering her body. She even had the robe tightly closed. She wore prescription sunglasses instead of her usual glasses too. She walked right through the living room where her son was resting. As she went by, click-clacking in her high heels, she said to him, "I'll meet you in the backyard. You might want to wear some sunglasses. Oh, and put your bathing suit back on, please."

He was confused but intrigued. He sat up and watched her walk on by. But he asked, "Should I shower first? I forgot about that when I came in, but I'm still sandy from the beach."

"Definitely don't shower! Time's a-wasting!"

Alan walked to the backyard with his T-shirt, swimsuit, and sunglasses on a couple of minutes later. His penis was starting to engorge again because he had a good feeling his mother Susan had something very fun planned.

He found her lying on a towel on the ground near the pool, with her robe put aside. There was another towel laid out next to her that was obviously for him. This was curious and unusual, since there were comfortable lounge chairs scattered all around.

But what really took his breath away was the bright blue bathing suit she wore. There were just two thin strips of fabric that rose from her pussy mouth, covered her nipples and not more, went over her shoulders, and then turned into a single strap of fabric going down the middle of her ass right between her butt cheeks. She still wore high heels and sunglasses too.

She stood up and posed for him. She slowly turned around, and then struck another sexy pose. "You like? It's on loan from Suzanne, though I've never seen her wear it. I remember she said it's a slingshot-style bathing suit, because the fabric curves from my hip up over my breasts in a slingshot shape. Then there's just a little bit of fabric connecting from the top of my hips down to my ... well, my you-know-what."

"Your pussy," he pointed out. He loved that his mother had turned into a cocksucking fiend, yet she still got embarrassed over saying words like "vagina" or "pussy." Somehow she retained her fundamental innocence and goodness no matter how sexually enthusiastic she got.

She nodded. She was blushing slightly, not because of any words, but because of her outrageously erotic bathing suit. Once she'd made another 360, she sat down and said, "Come. Sit. And remember that I'm no longer Susan Plummer. I'm Christine Andersen! We're sitting at the beach together. Right?"

Alan shook his head in amazement at that idea. "Wow! Mom, you're too cool! You just gave me an amazing, amazing blowjob. That must have tired you out. You spoil me. It's too much!"

She stared defiantly and pointed at the unoccupied towel until he sat his ass on it. Then she said, "Let ME be the judge of that, please." She looked away shyly. "The truth is, I'm not doing this simply to help you out. I enjoy it a lot too. Okay? In fact, I totally love it. So don't question it. Please?"

He smiled from ear to ear. "How can I say no to you? You're the greatest!"

She smiled back. "No, Susan is the greatest." She giggled at that self-reference. "I'm Christine, remember?"

She suddenly took his hand and held it. Her demeanor changed and she got serious, attempting to become 'Christine.' "Alan. I have something to confess."

He tried to get in a serious mood to fit the role-play, but he was too happy to stop smiling. "Yes?"

"I know ... I know you want to be just friends. We've talked about some important stuff today, and I feel like I've really gotten to know you better. Our friendship is stronger than ever, don't you think?"

He nodded. His cock was practically ready to bust through his tight swimsuit, because he knew this was going to get good, very good.

She continued, "That said, I ... Well ... I have feelings for you! I want to be more than just a friend!"

He was even more amazed. He'd had no idea she could act this well. She didn't sound like Christine, per se, since she didn't know much about her beyond the basic facts. But she came across so earnest and emotional that it was totally convincing that she was confessing her love.

She let go of her hand and gestured at her chest. "Look at this bathing suit, this slingshot suit. It's embarrassing, if not downright humiliating. Nobody would get caught dead in public in one. But I'm wearing it to the beach for you. Because I want you to want me. I know that God blessed me with these..."

She clutched at her big breasts from below with both hands, and hefted them up and down slightly. "And I know that you're a 'tit man.' Don't I tempt you, at least a little bit?"

He replied, "You do. You definitely do! You're gorgeous all over! But that's not the problem. It's that I really enjoy our friendship, and I don't want to risk that. What if we tried dating and it didn't work out? Could we stay friends? Besides, you know that I have some other girls that I'm involved with, and I'm not willing to give them up. I don't think you'd put up with that for long."

That wasn't exactly what he would have said to the real Christine, since he wanted to keep things short and simple with Susan. But his words hit some of the genuine issues he had.

She continued to hold and even slightly fondle her breasts with both hands, "I don't mind those other girls." She stared wantonly at the bulge in his swimsuit. "I understand you're a very handsome and virile young man. All the girls want you, because you give them just what they want. What they need! It's all over school, what you do to them, how you make them scream." She licked her lips hungrily as she kept on clutching her tits and staring at his crotch.

She finally looked back up at his face. "A guy like you can't be satisfied with just one girl. I get it." She looked away with convincing embarrassment. "I want you to do to me what you're doing to them!"

"But Christine! That would ruin our friendship."

Susan gave him a mysterious look. "Well, we'll see about that." Then she suddenly switched her demeanor. "Think about my offer. Now, on a totally different note, my skin is very fair, and the sun is hot. Can you help me put some sunscreen on?"

"Sure." He noticed that she'd brought out some coconut-scented sunscreen. He picked up the bottle and waited for her to turn her back to him.

But she laid face up on her towel instead. She stretched her hands up above her head, which did wonderful things to her round melons. "You can get to my back later. I need help with my front side first." She brought her hands back to her chest and pushed her tits tightly together, creating a line between them. "Especially here."

Alan was staggered. He knew both Susan and Christine far too well to confuse one for the other. But he was suspending disbelief and getting into the idea that he really was sitting with Christine. Susan didn't talk like Christine did, but she was taking the few tidbits she knew about his beach visit today and was turning them into an irresistible fantasy.

Seeing that he was just sitting there dumbly, she brought a hand to her tummy and patted herself. "Why don't you sit here? Get comfy. This could take a while." She spoke in an erotic moan as she pressed her tits together some more. "My breasts are so fair! They really need a lot of attention!"

He mumbled as he straddled her midsection, "Like ... like an official breast inspection."

"Exactly! Please give them a good inspection as you cover them thoroughly. I don't mind. You're not like other guys. I trust that you'll take good care of me." She was still speaking in a remarkably sensual tone of voice.

Alan was so exhilarated that his hands were shaking. He squirted some lotion into his hands, rubbed them together, and then placed them on her massive globes. Oh God! What if Christine really let me do this?! Oh man! Too much! My heart is going to burst!

Susan moaned like she'd just had an orgasm. "Oh! YES! Like that!"

He started spreading the lotion out and massaging it into her skin. Strangely, he found himself relaxing as he did that, and his hands soon stopped shaking. It was like he felt his hands belonged there somehow.

The straps to Susan's slingshot suit were barely clinging to her breasts in the first place, and in less than a minute they were pushed to the side, all the way off her huge peaks.

He happily squeezed more lotion onto his hands, and worked on covering every inch of her incredible G-cups. Mom is so cool! This is the best role-play ever! If only this could happen with the real Christine, but it's happening now, and that's still pretty great! Mom may actually be even more beautiful than Christine, if such a thing is possible, and she definitely is more stacked! They're both so gorgeous that you can't compare. But still, I love this!

Susan said, "Tig-, er, I mean, Alan, I love what you're doing to me! I know you say you want to stay just friends, but what if we become 'breast friends?'"

"Best friends?" With her help, he pulled the straps off her slingshot suit all the way off her arms so they wouldn't get in the way. Then he went back to adoring her nipples with his fingers.

"No, BREAST friends. And sure, why not, best friends too." She giggled at that.

"What does that mean?" he asked while applying still more lotion to her tits. He loved that they were getting delightfully slippery with so much lotion.

"It means, I know you love playing with my boobs, and I love it when you do. So, whenever we're hanging out, you can do whatever you want to me. Pinch and pull my nipples. Caress and fondle and knead my tit-flesh! Take my clothes off and run your hands all over them to your heart's content. All over me! Don't stop!" She grunted lustily as he played with her nipples.

She realized that the slingshot suit was still covering her pussy (and pretty much nothing else). In fact, it was stuck there due to her copious pussy juices. She briefly reached around Alan and yanked it down her thighs. With her son sitting on her, it was too hard to take it all off at the moment. But at least she could feel completely naked.

"That doesn't sound very platonic," he noted. His voice sounded surprisingly calm, but his blood was practically boiling with lust.

"No, it doesn't. But so what? In return, I want you to be my 'cocky friend.' Can you do that?" She suddenly reached into his swimsuit and whipped out his erection. Using her very practiced skills, she began jacking him off with both hands.

He knew this was getting farther and farther from what the real Christine would ever possibly do or say, but it felt so good that he ran with it. He pretended to ignore her stroking hands while he kept caressing and even kneading her tits. "What would that mean?" he asked blandly.

"Here. Scoot up and I'll show you what it means."

His entire body was pulsing with energy and lust as he scooted forward, until his cock was resting between her perfect orbs.

She kept on jacking him off, with a continual emphasis on his sweet spot. It seemed like she couldn't let go in order to get the titfuck started. But after a minute or so, she moved her hands to the outside of her tits instead and pushed them together, trapping his cock between them.

"It means this!" she said triumphantly. "You see, I love it when you play with my tits, and I can't wait to play with your cock a heck of a lot. This way, we can do both at once! I'm not an A plus student for nothing, you know. I've got good ideas. Besides, scoot forward a little more, because I can do this too."

He pressed forward a couple more inches, driving his cock closer to her face.

She craned her head down and unleashed her talented tongue on his cockhead. Suddenly, it was like she was licking it everywhere at once. At roughly the same time, she started moving her tits, sliding them tightly back and forth over his urgent boner.

All he could do was groan needfully. Since her hands had her tits pretty well covered at the moment, he switched to exploring other parts of her flawless upper torso.

Between licks, she said, "See? Isn't this nice? Even though we're on a public beach, I don't care who sees! I don't care who talks either! Let 'em talk. Let 'em know I'm one of your girls now. I know you have a whole stable of big-titted babes. Rumor has it that it even includes your mother and your sister!"

"Well, that's not true," he complained, playing his role.

"Even so, it could be true, because you're unstoppable! Look at me: straight A student, reduced to doing this. But I love it! No more beating about the bush, okay? If you're feeling horny, do what you want to me, like I'm your personal plaything! If you're feeling bored in class, slip your hands under my shirt and play with my tits!"

"In class?!" He was panting hard, and clutching his PC muscle. Between her lapping tongue and her sliding tits, he was rapidly losing control. He knew Susan's role-play was getting out of hand, and Christine would never express her desire to be his "personal plaything," much less the rest. But he was totally loving the fantasy anyway.

"Mmmm-hmmm!" Susan couldn't say more, because she'd started sucking on most of his cockhead while the tip of her tongue flicked at it inside her mouth. She managed to get all of it in her mouth, but only for a few seconds, because the effort to keep that position was too difficult.

After catching her breath, and with her lotion-covered tits sliding around his tightly trapped hot boner, she said, "I won't be wearing a bra anymore, obviously, or panties either. My body belongs to you now! Like your other sexy, seriously-stacked babes. I've seen what you've done to them, how you've bent them to your will and turned them into your personal sex toys. That's what I want too!"

"You do?!" He thought, Would Christine ever say that? Fuck no! But, dammit, this is a great fantasy, no matter how un-PC it is!

Susan panted, "Of course! You're the best! The best at sex. I always want the best, and I get what I want. Those girls know they're your sex toys now, and they're very humiliated about it, but they've never been happier or more sexually satisfied. I know, because I've talked to them. I want to be your very favorite sex toy!" She really meant that last comment as herself, not Christine.

She just licked and titfucked his cock for a while as she thought of what else to say. "They're creaming all day long in their miniskirts, thinking about your fat cock! I've seen how you kiss and fondle them in the halls, and in class. You're so shameless, the way you feel them up in front of everybody like you own them. I think you broke my will when I saw you fingerbang Betsy in history class yesterday!"

He laughed at that made-up name. "Who's Betsy?"

Susan laughed too. But then she ran with the idea. "You know, Betsy! Brenda Hunter's daughter. The totally fit redheaded fox with the G-cup tits! We know she's one of your sex toys. She boasts to all the girls about how good she is at serving your cock. The way you pulled her shirt up and suckled on her nipples yesterday got all the girls wet, including me! Even Ms. Rhymer! I saw how she called you behind the podium for another 'private discussion' and then dropped to her knees. Everyone knew she was sucking your cock yet again!"

He thought, Fuck me! Glory too?! And if only Brenda did have a daughter like that. Wow! Mom has a freakin' genius mind when it comes to sexy fantasies! Hot damn! Fuck! I really need to take a break, a long break, or I'm gonna cum. But Mom is on a roll!

Susan continued, "Even though all your classes with Ms. Rhymer end that way, I stood up and peeked behind the podium just to check. I couldn't believe how deep she'd taken you down her throat! I want to learn how to do that too. I can be your..." Her voice trailed off.

Chapter 8

Susan's mention of Alan pulling "Betsy's" shirt up and suckling on her nipples gave him an idea. He hadn't even been touching his mother's big tits for a while now, since she was using them to titfuck him so vigorously. But she'd slowed down considerably for the past couple of minutes, so she could lick his cockhead and describe her increasingly outlandish fantasy without losing her breath. He took advantage of that by pulling his dick away, scooting his ass back, and bending his head down. He held her erect left nipple in place and started sucking on it. That was why Susan stopped talking.

For a few long moments, Susan's mind raced with alarm and **** arousal as she realized what he was doing. The pleasure was so intense that her body seized up and her eyes rolled back in her head. She started panting hard, causing her great knockers to heave some, despite the fact that she was still pressing them tightly together.

When she sensed he wasn't going to stop his nipple sucking anytime soon, she stepped out of role-play mode and cried out, "Tiger, no! Time out! Time out! Son, please, not that!"

He lifted his head back up in confusion. "Why not?"

She stopped her licking and tit sliding to deal with what she saw as a crisis. "You KNOW that you're not allowed to play with my tits. But you do it all the time."

"Come on! You totally invited it! Isn't that what this role-play is about?" He bent back down and started sucking on her other nipple.

She was momentarily speechless as she realized how right he was. She let go of her breasts and clutched at his head, but she couldn't get herself to actually push him away. Then, between heavy, gasping breaths, she said, "Okay, point taken. I am pretty slack on that rule, and I guess that's okay. I'll admit that my whole purpose was to get you to play with and fuck my tits! I just wanted you to live out your Christine urges. But sucking on my nipples is different! You can't do that, ever!"

He pulled again and sat back up. "Why the hell not?! I was getting a big reaction there. I could see you really love it. Your whole body was on fire!"

"That's exactly why! I love it too much! You'll make me go crazy!" She changed tone, and resumed licking on his cockhead, hoping that would help appease and distract him. "Tiger, look at me. I'm already one of your de facto sex toys."

He protested, "Mom, come on. That's ridiculous! You mean so much more to me than that! I love you with all my heart!"

"I know, and I love you just as much. I'm not saying I'm JUST that, but that's part of it. Not just in a role-play, but for real. But that's okay! You know that I've come to love it. I've never been so happy in my life!"

She suddenly craned her head down even more, swallowing all of his cockhead. She bobbed on it a few times before the effort got too much and she had to pull off.

Alan was taken by surprise. He groaned with lusty need. He very nearly shot his load, but he clenched his PC muscle frantically and just barely staved off defeat.

"See?!" She went back to licking around his piss hole. "That's what it's all about. Your cock needs to be continually pleasured, nearly all day long. Nurse Akami said as much. It's practically a medical necessity! But if you suck my nipples, I'll pretty much lose my mind! I can't think, I can't breathe, I can't suck you, I can't do anything! I just start cumming and cumming until I go crazy!"

"How do you know this, if you don't let me do it?"

"I know, baby, I know. Believe me! Like when you were doing it just then, it was too much for me to take. I'm just super sensitive there. You have NO IDEA what your tit play alone does to me, or how much I love it when you fuck my tits!"

The discussion came to an unexpected halt, because she somehow managed to swallow all of his cockhead again. With even more straining effort than ever before, she managed to slide her tightly puckered lips as far down as his sweet spot. She slid her sweet lips rapidly back and forth right where it counted most, and slathered his cockhead in her mouth for good measure. At the same time, she squeezed his shaft in a constantly-moving and thoroughly-oiled-up tit-tunnel.

She was going all out with all her might. For one, she wanted to show her passion and love for serving his cock. Two, she did love a good titfuck, and she'd reminded herself that she really wanted one now. But three, she craved to get him to cum, and right away, for strategic reasons in addition to erotic ones. She hoped that he'd be too distracted by all this pleasure to try sucking her nipples again. Then, once he came, he'd been too wiped out to do anything at all, further removing the nipple sucking "threat."

She truly didn't want him to suck or even lick her nipples, ever, because she feared that if he did, he'd wind up fucking her cunt before long. Not only were her nipples super sensitive, but it was as if she could feel a direct connection between them and her cunt, igniting both areas. She feared, and with good reason, that if he sucked her nipples for a good while, her pussy would grow so tingly and needy that she would loudly demand that he give her a good hard fucking. And she still feared that motherfucking was true ****, and a grave sin.

So instead she worked her oral and titfucking magic on him with great enthusiasm. She got him to assist by holding her tits in place, which let her perform another amazing titfuck-blowjob combo. But it was such a strain to maintain the position that tears leaked from her eyes.

Alan was over the moon. In fact, he was completely blown out into the stars. After just a couple of minutes of her new effort, he gave up his orgasmic struggle and let go with a loud cry. Hot ropes of his cum rocketed to the back of her throat.

She'd been leaning and craning so far forward that when she suddenly pulled back, his cockhead popped out of her mouth. She quickly grabbed his shaft and shut her eyes tight. She proceeded to paint herself a facial. She got a kick out of being both the targeter and the target.

Then, when his cum was all gone but his cock was still stiff, she resumed licking and sucking him until he was completely flaccid.

Finally, she pulled off. She kissed his shriveled penis with love. "Aaaah! Now, THAT'S how it's done! See, Tiger, that's what you've done to me. You've made me love doing this. So much! So let me keep doing that to you every day, and no more nipple sucking or suckling, okay?"

"Okay. If you insist. Geez!" He was puzzled by how strongly she felt about that.

"I do. That and 'no pussy touching' are the two rules I have to be strict with."

He slid off her tummy and wound up lying next to her. He was wiped out, just as she thought he'd be.

She'd been so preoccupied with his cock that she hadn't had a chance to have an orgasm of her own. But now she closed her eyes and quietly fingerfucked herself to a nice one while he laid next to her with his eyes closed, oblivious.

But all of her cock-pleasuring activity plus her own orgasm didn't tire her out. In fact, she was still wired with energy and passion. She finally pulled the straps of the slingshot suit all the way off her legs, so she could revel in her total nudity (not counting her high heels, of course). She rolled her luscious body onto him.

He opened his eyes when he felt her weight on his chest. He looked up into her smiling face from mere inches away, and chuckled at her seemingly endless enthusiasm. He couldn't fail to notice that her face was soaked and dripping with his cum. He also loved the feel of her massive boobs on his bare chest, since they were still slicked up from all the suntan lotion.

She playfully kissed the tip of his nose. "God, I love this. All of it. This is what I call a fun way to spend an afternoon. Each time we do this sort of thing, I love it more. Look what you've turned me into. I'm hopelessly addicted to your cock."

"Phew! God, that was amaaaazing!"

"Son, please don't use the Lord's name in vain. You know that's improper. But in any case, wasn't that fun?" She swiped up a cum gob that fell from her face to his, and slurped it into her mouth.

He nodded. "Mom, you have no idea! But you spoil me far too much." He wiped the tears that lay between the many streaks of cum on her cheeks. "Look. You actually shed tears from the strain of managing to blow me along with the titfuck. That's too much! You're making me feel guilty. Especially since you won't let me reciprocate by going down on you."

"Hush your mouth! Don't even speak of that! That's even worse than if you suck on my nipples. But Son, don't worry. I LIKE it when I have to struggle so much that I cry a little. In fact, I love it! I've come to love cocksucking so very, very much lately. Don't question it, okay? Just enjoy it. Although a compliment or two along the way wouldn't hurt." She winked.

He chuckled at that. "Man, I could compliment you all day long. That was friggin' crazy! For starters, your whole Christine role-play was brilliant. That was exactly what the doctor ordered. It's like you could read my mind, because I was having all kinds of fantasies along those lines, especially on the car ride home. What inspired you to come up with that idea?"

"It was a no-brainer. Remember last night, how I helped you with a role-play after your practice date with her? I figured why not do the same here. Clearly, she has a knack for getting your cum boiling, but then she foolishly fails to follow through and give you proper relief. But I'm not too upset, because that means more tasty spermies for me!" She winked at him and licked her lips.

He asked, "How did you do that so well?! I mean, you barely even know her. And, let's face it, you're not known for your acting skills, because you're so honest and open."

Her cummy face continued to stare down into his clean one. "Son, it's true, I didn't have much to work on. But I didn't need to act, because I wasn't really acting. I just put myself in her shoes for real. What if I was your classmate, and a smart, busty beauty to boot?"

She shifted around, just so she could drag her oiled up tits across his chest. "Of course I'd want the best of the best. She's going to fall for you soon enough, mark my words."

He sighed. "Look. You don't know Christine at all. It's not like that. True, I lust after her, okay? I have these fantasies, as we've obviously seen here. But, at the end of the day, I know it's not right for her and me to get together, for lots of reasons I'm too tired to go into right now. Plus, she's not into me. So she makes good eye candy and role-play material. That's it! We're just FRIENDS."

Susan shook her head in disagreement, and slid her slick tits on him some more. "I beg to differ. Time will prove me right, you'll see. You've developed this sort of sexual magnetism lately. Women can't resist you! I know I can't, and I had to overcome the **** taboo, so why should she?"

"Mom, trust me. She turned me down, remember?"

"Maybe she feels that way now, but she'll come around. I have endless faith in you."

He was intrigued and even shocked by what she said, especially her use of the words "sexual magnetism." Christine just told me today that I have "animal magnetism." That's almost the same. There must be some truth to it if they're both saying it independently. How can I deny it when my cum-covered mom is lying naked on top of me? But what the hell does that mean?! What am I doing that's "magnetic?!" How did that happen?! I sure don't feel "magnetic."

He put that issue aside and said, "Mom, that's just the thing. You DO have endless faith in me. That's why Sis and I do so well in many things, because we know you're standing behind us a thousand percent. Encouragement is great, but there's the harsh real world too. Things don't always work out like we want them to."

Susan took his hands, which were limp at his sides, and brought them to her ass cheeks. She smiled as he started to caress her there (although without much vigor, since he was so tired). "Son, you may think that role-play was wildly unrealistic, but it wasn't."

"Oh, come on! It was TOTALLY unrealistic!"

She repeatedly clenched and unclenched her ass cheeks in his hands, hoping to inspire him for another round. "No. Not really. You DO have a stable of beautiful, busty women who are learning the joys of serving you."

He pointed out, "You're basically talking three, four if you count Amy. That's not a 'stable.'" But in his own count he left out Glory, Heather, and others he was involved with at school, either because Susan didn't know about their involvement or because he doubted his relationships with them would last very long.

"I do count Amy; she's coming along nicely as one of your official personal cocksuckers, even if she's not allowed to suck yet. And four is a lot! Success breeds success. We DO proudly call ourselves your sex toys and personal cocksuckers. Some of us, anyway. I'm sure our numbers will grow until you have a full-on harem. It's true there is no 'Betsy, ' but there are others like her, incredible sexy women you'll fuck and control someday, probably by the dozen."

"'By the dozen?!' Now you're way off in la-la land."

But Susan was defiant. "I don't mean all at the same time! But over the years, sure. And why shouldn't you tame Gloria Rhymer and Christine too?! I know how long you've desired them, no matter what you say."

He asked incredulously, "Wouldn't you mind?!"

She continued to slide her lotion-soaked tits over his chest while he fondled her clenching ass cheeks. "Why should I mind? You're a superior kind of man. Your sexual talents and stamina will grow and grow, I just know it. Yet, no matter how many lovers you'll take, fuck, and tame, I'll always be your big-titted mommy who loves you all up. I'm not immodest, but I'm confident that I have the kind of face and figure that you like best. Plus, I get to live with you, which gives me the inside track. I know you'll always save a lot of those cum-filled inches of throbbing hot son-cock for me, won't you?"

He smiled and nodded. He ran one hand all the way up her shapely bare back while his other hand idly explored her ass crack. He couldn't imagine ever neglecting her. His love for her was truly immeasurable, and that was even before the great sex began.

She smiled back warmly. "See?" She wiped a finger through her cummy left cheek, then sucked the finger clean. "I had you cum on my face on purpose, because you make me proud to wear your cum. And I know you won't forget your sister, or your auntie, or cousin Amy, because of the love we share. So, as long as that's true, why shouldn't you go out and take what you want, and who you want? Don't be shy. Don't be afraid to use your special talents. You're going to make a LOT of women very, very happy!"

He said, "Wow, Mom, you're kind of scaring me with all that. I mean, I'm just a guy. I don't understand what's happening to me. But I still believe you're way off. There's just no way your fantasy vision will come true. If nothing else, there are physical limits. I'm close to the limit of what's even physically possible, right now."

She chuckled knowingly. "You'll see."

With that, she scooted on down his body until her face was in his crotch. As had become her tradition, she rallied her energies yet again and thoroughly licked his penis and balls clean.

He reacted to feeling one of his balls slide into her warm mouth by saying, "Wow, Mom! Thanks, again! You're too good to me. Seriously. I feel undeserving." His mood soured as he thought that over. "What have I done to deserve all this royal treatment? Nothing, absolutely nothing, that's what."

As she continued to "clean" his balls with her tongue, she looked up at him and said, "Son, you take that back! Never say you're undeserving. Never! This isn't some unpleasant duty I feel obliged to do. This is an expression of my love for you! And I love doing it! Maybe that'll damn me to Hell, I don't know, but it's too late for me to stop now. I have to admit I love it too much."

"Well Mom, I love that you love it. And it can't be wrong or a sin if it feels this right. But I want to reciprocate. Let me finger or lick you down there. Please! It's only fair. I feel guilty."

She gave him a stern, disapproving look, even as her chin rested on his balls. "You know that whole area is off limits, and for good reason. So you just hush and let me finish cleaning you."

She finished her "cleaning" a couple minutes later.

Feeling deeply satisfied, he kissed her on the cheek in appreciation. A short time later, he went up to his room to take a nap.

Susan was very satisfied too. She felt like such prolonged sessions were helping her to take her cock pleasuring skills to a new level. With each new time with him, her lingering prudish worries and reservations were falling away, and more and more, she was truly loving the sexual action with all her heart.

She didn't want the fun with him to end, especially since she had him all to herself, but also didn't want to interfere with his nap. So she walked around naked and with his cum still on her face. She mentally reviewed and relived what had just happened. From time to time, she ate up some of the cum.

Now, THIS is what I call a good day! And to think: this is a glimpse of the future! Being a personal cocksucker isn't a temporary thing. A large part of my daily routine from now on is going to be like this, for years and years to come! In fact, wouldn't it be great if I regularly spent more time sucking Tiger's great big cock than cleaning house? I had a lot of free time on my hands that I was just wasting anyway. Why, just a month or two ago, I used to religiously watch some of the soap operas on TV! Hah! Now, I can better spend that time naked and kneeling and gagging on son-cock!

She walked to a mirror and looked at the cum on her face. She smiled without a hint of shame. She saw a big cum gob above her upper lip that she'd missed, so she licked it into her mouth. Mmmm. Yummy! I just hope I'm right with what I said about him. I don't think he can see it yet, but I can sense the sexual power he has. I know it's true because of how he makes me feel. He's going to fuck and tame so very, very many women! Maybe I should be more jealous, but it's so HOT! But will he neglect me, in face of all the new? I honestly don't think so. He loves me so much! Just so long as he doesn't live far away, everything will be okay. I do worry about his college plans sometimes though.

Chapter 9

Fifteen minutes later, Susan heard the sound of Katherine driving the car into the garage. That snapped her back to reality. She finally washed her face clean of the remaining cum. (It was starting to get gross anyway.) Even though Katherine went straight to her room, Susan took off her high heels and resumed doing her daily chores in typical around-the-house clothes.

However, her attempt to give herself a sexual break didn't last that long, because Brenda gave her a call. Actually, Brenda had tried calling several times, but Susan had been too busy to answer. After the customary greetings, Susan asked Brenda why she was calling.

Brenda replied dreamily, "I think you know why. I've been thinking about Alan and his cock all day long! Please tell me nasty, naughty true stories of what you've been doing to him today!"

Susan's face brightened. "I'd be delighted to! It's been quite a day, since he doesn't have school. I think my skin must smell of sperm all over!" She brought a hand to her face and inhaled. Sure enough, it did smell of her son's cum.

Brenda squealed. "YES!"

Susan sat down and made herself comfortable on the dining room love seat, knowing this was likely to be a long, intimate conversation. "Let's see ... Have you been practicing cocksucking with your Alan-sized dildo, like I suggested?"

"Yes!"

"And?"

"And I, uh ... I don't have any trouble getting into the spirit of things anymore. All I have to do is think about him and I get so horny that I just HAVE to suck and suck and suck!"

"Good. Are you practicing so that you'll get better at it?"

"Of course. I've been reading up on it, and I even watched an instructional video. I know that sucking cock is going to be a VERY big part of my future life as one of Alan's busty sluts, so I'm working hard to be one of the very best, one of his favorites! But it's much more fun to practice while listening to your hot stories, especially the latest real things that have happened to you."

Susan giggled with glee. "I've got more of those. I'll make you a deal. I'll tell you my latest experiences, if you'll share some of your latest Alan fantasies."

'Deal!" Brenda was smiling from ear to ear. She'd started the call fully clothed, but she was already so hot and bothered that she began removing her clothes. She made a mental note to always just get naked before even calling Susan. "I've had some good ones. Since you told me that he was going on a date with that hot, stacked girl Christine last night, I had a great dream where he took ME out to a fancy restaurant."

"Oh? Tell me more!"

"Okay! First, he made me suck him through the entire dinner, during which he flirted with the sexy waitress. Of course all the other customers were outraged, especially since he'd had me strip to just my high heels and the tablecloth really didn't cover me very much, but what could I do? Once I started to suck him though, I simply couldn't stop! Then he had the waitress - who bore more than a passing resemblance to that photo of Christine you showed me, by the way - join me under the table for our dessert while he was fully enjoying eating his!"

Susan started to take off her clothes. She could tell that this call in particular was going to be a scorcher. "That's so him! Leave it to him to seduce the waitress too." She chuckled with pleasure. "I can totally picture Christine and you sucking him off together, right there in the middle of the restaurant! Did that happen?"

"Oh, did it ever! SO MUCH! I can practically still taste his sweet cum on my tongue - and that's just from a dream!"

"Wow! That sounds fantastic. You're going to have to tell me the whole story in great detail. But give me a sneak preview: how did it end?"

"How do you think? He finally took the two of us home, where we met up with you and he fucked all three of us all night long!"

Susan whispered in shock, "You mean ... he fucked me too?!"

"Of course!"

"All night?"

"So many times! You screamed and screamed until your voice was hoarse. We all did!"

Susan whispered even quieter, "But that's not allowed!"

"Not in reality, at least according to your current rules. But anything goes in dreams and fantasies, right? And good God, did he fuck you hard and long in this one! He left the three of us with sore pussies and tired jaws, passed out from exhaustion in a tangle of arms and legs, covered in sperm and sweat!"

Susan was still whispering, but now in awe. "Woooow!" She thought, This is why I love listening to Brenda's fantasies so much. She goes places I won't let myself go, or she thinks of things that hadn't occurred to me. Isn't it simply a matter of time before he fucks me like that? Ooooh! Shivers all over! But I CAN'T let myself think like that! I can't!

Brenda asked, "By the way, how did Alan's real date with Christine go last night?"

"Oh, that? Gee, that seems like ages ago already. So much has happened since then. He was rather tight-lipped about it, even when I gave him a nice long titfucking when he came home. Katherine helped with visual stimulation, by the way. Unfortunately, I'm sure it didn't work out like your dream version did, but it must have gone very well, because he took her to the beach today. When he got home, I role-played her in a skimpy bathing suit. Naturally, he fucked my face pretty good, and my big tits too!"

Brenda was ecstatic. She pushed her bare breasts together, imagining that Alan was fucking her tits. "Good God! Too hot! It sounds like he's well on his way to taming her and turning her into one of his many busty sluts!"

"That's my hope. Knock on wood."

Brenda joked, "Suck on wood!"

Susan chuckled. "That too. Do you have your Alan dildo with you now?"

"Yes!"

"Then let's get to it." Susan already had her clothes off and was caressing the undersides of her huge globes. She was eager.

Brenda was too, but worried about being caught once she started making a lot of noise. She asked shyly, "You don't mind if I freely masturbate and slurp and suck on Alan's cock, er, I mean the dildo, while you talk, do you?"

Susan replied, "We're way past the point of worrying about that kind of thing. Ever since the phone call where you told me that great story of Alan molesting you on a train in Japan, well, let's just say it's pretty obvious what we're both doing when we're huffing and puffing, and it's not emulating a steam locomotive."

Brenda quipped, "As the phone company's old slogan used to say, we let our fingers do the walking ... all over our naughty places!"

Susan giggled. "Exactly! Now, where to begin? There's so much to tell If you'd called just a little earlier, you would have caught me with Tiger's cum all over my face!"

"Tell me! Tell me! Tell me everything!"

Susan chuckled. She started her story from the moment Alan had come downstairs for breakfast.

Half an hour later, Susan had Brenda caught up through the events of the previous night. Then she had Brenda take the story-telling lead for a while, starting with a detailed description of her fantasy dream date with Alan and the Christine-like waitress.

Because it didn't take much for either Susan or Brenda to climax, it was surprising that they'd each "only" had three orgasms. Certainly there would have been more, especially since Susan still hadn't gotten to detailing her adventures with Alan earlier that day. However, the call had gone on for nearly an hour by the time Brenda finished sharing her vivid fantasies, and Susan worried that Alan would soon be waking from his nap. Furthermore, it was likely that Katherine, Amy or Suzanne would see her before long and she figured she needed to be presentable when that happened. So, reluctantly, she ended the call.

However, by that time she was already looking forward to enjoying another long call with Brenda. Such discussions weren't just helping with Brenda's indoctrination and her blowjob practice on the dildo; they were also bonding Susan and Brenda as close friends, united in their submissive mindsets and lust for Alan. Susan's jealousy of Brenda's breast size was also fading by the day.